Change
by elementknight
Summary: Two girls get a wish and find themselves in Jerusalem during the Crusades. Their only hope of surviving is finding the only one they know during that era, but they not sure if he will help them. Two OCs no pairings.
1. My OCs

**This is my new fic. This is not the story yet, but the OC's I will be using. If you don't feel like reading this, then don't, but there might be some information I will not give in the story. So I strongly recommend you read it.**

**Name:** Layaly

**Age:** 14

**Date of birth:** 7/7/1998 12:00

**Appearance:** She has short black hair tied into two tiny pigtails at the top of her head. Her eyes are grey and she always seems to wear hoodie and jeans. She's skinny and about 1.60 m tall. She uses two white bracelets on her wrists.

**Personality:** She loves Assassin's Creed, but not to the point to go fan girl. She never thinks before speaking and is rather loud. However, she drops the attitude around her sister, to show a kind and loving person, always willing to help.

**Time:** 2012

**Day:** She has private classes with her sister at home. The rest of her time is spent playing Assassin's Creed with her, and running around the estate.

**About: **Her parents are somewhere oversea. She and her sister live in an estate, with thousands of hectares of land all around. The rent is paid by someone and the food appears in the house. Knows how to ride a horse and rarely leaves the grounds. When she does, it is to buy clothes or find new games to play.

**Trivia:** She wishes for her parents to come home, if they are still alive. Some days, though, she wishes them dead for leaving them like this. She likes Sports. Her name means night.

**Name:** Afya

**Age:** 14

**Date of birth:** 7/7/1998 12:01

**Appearance: **She is pretty much the same as her twin but instead wears black bracelets.

**Personality:** Much like her sister, she loves Assassin's Creed. She's a bit shy around others, never speaks too loud or without thinking. Only around her sister she seems to relax and laugh.

**Time:** 2012

**Day:** She has private classes with her sister at home. The rest of her time is spent playing Assassin's Creed with her, and running around the estate.

**About:** Her parents are somewhere oversea. She and her sister live in an estate, with thousands of hectares of land all around. The rent is paid by someone and the food appears in the house. Knows how to ride a horse and rarely leaves the grounds. When she does, it is to buy clothes or find new games to play.

**Trivia:** She's scared of growing up and becoming like the parents she never met. She is very fond of History. Her name means shadow.

**Tell me what do you think, so I can change these two for the better! Hope you like them, review please!**


	2. Introduction: Daily Life

**Okay first chapter up. This is more like an introduction of some sorts. Hope you enjoy it!**

Layala sighed, just as her Math teacher left the room. An hour and an half of incessant blabbering about Pythagoras had left her sleepy and tired. She looked over at her twin. Afya was cleaning her desk like she always did at the end of classes. The oldest let her head rest on her arms as she heard the rustling of cloth against wood. She heaved another sigh when her sister poked her arm:

-Layala, let's go. – The younger one whined – We're going to be late.

Ah, the sacred ritual. Every day, after school ended, the twins would go to their room and play, for one hour straight, Assassin's Creed. After that, they would go riding or swimming in the lake.

The Murat Estate was the largest patch of private land in the vicinity. It had two natural lakes, a forest in the east corner and green hills and flower plains as far as the eye could see. There were two main buildings: the house and the stables. In fact, they were the only buildings. The architecture was too difficult to temporally pin-point, so it was left out.

Layala followed the black haired girl out of the classroom, noticing for the umpteenth time how similar they were. Both had short, black hair tied into ponytails. Their eyes were the same shade of grey and their skin the same pale tint. Not normal qualities for Syrian people, but they didn't consider themselves normal.

They practically ran through the hallways, avoiding obstacles they had put up to remind themselves of their favorite game. The house was enormous, so it took the twins some time to reach their bedroom, located at the top of the northern tower.

Someone had painted the Creed's icon on the massive oak doors. They both pushed the doors to find themselves in a wooden floored room. The walls were painted light blue with clouds on the ceiling, and two imposing beds sat together in a corner. On the opposite side was their greatest prize: a gigantic television set composed of two screens and two PS3, with respective controllers. On both sides there was a pile of Assassin's Creed games.

They sat together grabbing the remotes. Today, they would see just how fast they could make Altair kill Jubair. The record was two minutes and forty seven seconds. Afya beat it with two minutes and forty five seconds.

After that they left and locked the room. They quietly went down the spiral stairs and suddenly sprinted to the main entrance. The view that met the sisters' eyes was beautiful. The sun was high in the sky and it beat down upon the multicolor flowers the invaded the plains. The girls laughed and threw themselves on the grass, dirtying their white hoodies and their jeans. But they didn't care.

They raced to the stables, where their mounts awaited. Layala's Storm was a beautiful white stallion and Afya had a black one. The horses were saddled and ready to go. The twins mounted and started galloping around the fields, laughing all the while. Layala steered her horse when it got too close to the lake, but it was too late. She fell in with a splash.

_Not funny! _Holding her breath for a moment, before kicking her legs, the oldest glared at her sister. Afore-mentioned sister was laughing so hard it became painful. Layala grabbed her sister's ankle and pulled her down. _Take that! _The youngest screamed before she dived and came back up. She was not amused and splashed her twin, who only laughed harder.

At the end of the afternoon, they returned to the house soaking wet and tired, but happy. They locked the two majestic front doors and made their way back to the bedroom. Inside, they accessed the bathroom and took a long bubble bath together. After drying off, they put on new pajamas and left the room once again.

Going down to the kitchen, they heated up some noodles and downed them within minutes. A cat came purring, rubbing itself on the sisters' legs. They ate some chocolate cake for desert and fed the cat. Going to a parallel room, they fed their birds. Two ravens, well-trained and smart. Wishing the animals good night, they locked the ground floor. Then the first floor. Then the second, then the third. The house had never been robbed before, but there were safety precautions.

Finally locking their room, they laid down on the beds:

-Hey, Layala?-the youngest voice interrupted the silence that had settled down.

-Hm?

-Do you think they will ever return?

She asked this question every night. When would their long-lost parents return? The same parents that had left the twins, were somewhere oversea, but still paid the rent and the private schooling of the girls. Layala heaved a sigh:

-I don't know Afy, I hope so. – Using the nickname would always calm her sister.- But don't worry, okay?

-Hm hm.

Layala waited until she heard her twin's breathe slow down, signaling her sleep. Then she turned and let the tears fall down her face. How could her sister _want_ them to return? They had abandoned them, left them. She couldn't understand. She also wanted them to return, but sometimes it didn't seem right. She did not know them, never had seen their faces… Hell, she didn't even know if she considered them her parents!

The older twin felt sleep but a blanket on top of her. Now wasn't the moment to think about it. Now was the moment to rest. Yes, rest and sleep. Anyways, she didn't want her sister worrying in the morning. After all, tomorrow was a very special day for both of them. Because tomorrow only happened once a year. It was that day when the filled the house with balloons and ate cake. They opened presents, sent by someone, and played with new toys.

But the event the most important was the wish. Tomorrow they would be wishing to the stars. What? They didn't know. But they were planning to find out.

**Give me your opinion! Should I continue? Change something? Any mistakes of any sorts? Please tell me if you find any! Hope you enjoyed it. I'm counting on you to help me decide if I should keep going! Oh and give me some ideas!**

**Thanks!**


	3. Parkour and wishes

**Sorry for the late update! My mom activated the Windows Parental Control, so the updates will be very rare from now on. I'm sooooooo sorry! Anyways, I hope you like this chapter and thank you for the review(s).**

They woke up early in the morning. Grinning, they exchange one glance and jumped off their beds. The twins dressed themselves and brushed their hair. Instead of putting it into the short ponytails, though, they didn't tie it at all.

Today was a special day; it was _their _day. The seventh July. They unlocked the mansion-like house and freed the ravens. The birds immediately perched themselves on the girls' shoulders. After that, they fed once more the cat, Lucifer. The same goes to Cas and Gabe (Okay, so they did watch a bit too much Supernatural, so what?), the ravens.

A cake they had baked the day before was waiting on the table, a mount of wrapped presents besides it. They were always there, some the twins offered each other, the rest… well, they just were there. Giggling like maniacs, Layala and Afya sat down and picked up two gifts. Together they gently unwrapped them, and took the objects from their cases:

-I can't believe we had two hidden blades made.-said the younger one.

-Yeah, I mean, the guy must think we're crazy.

They strapped the blades to their wrists. Half a year ago, on February, they had contacted a weapon merchant in Germany and ordered two Hidden Blades. The guy had reluctantly agreed, after them showing the *fake* legal authorization. They had arrived by mail the previous month, and the girls saved them for their birthday.

That was not the only extravagant present they got for themselves. On the back of the property, a newly built parkour terrain was waiting for them, with hideouts, climbing walls, fountains… (And they still said they weren't rich). And after three years of lessons for both, they were ready to try it out… Altair style.

The rest of the gifts were regular presents from… someone. Like shirts, jeans, hoodies, necklaces… etc. The sisters didn't waste any time. They ate some cake, put it away and went upstairs to pack two bags:

-Okay… so, if we were sent into Assassin's Creed 1, what would we take? – Layalla asked out loud.

- Um, rope? - asked Afya.

-Change of clothes!

-?

-What?

-… nothing.

- Well, anyways, we should take some provisions, nylon rope, as you said, our weapons, -she meant the HB and the swords from last year, - um,… I don't know.

-We'll just pack the essential.

That done, they left the house, Cas and Gabe still on their shoulders. They readied their horses and galloped to the parkour site. In their opinion, it was really beautiful. It resembled all of the cities AC 1 had. They found the "main street" and prepared to race:

-Ready? - asked Afya. The other nodded- Go!

Sprinting to the closest building they gripped one of the windows, climbing the side of the construction. On the rooftop, looking around, they saw stacks of hay and even a little roof garden. Quickly they took off again, trying to beat each other to the tallest tower. The tower itself was, at least, 15 meters tall and had a lot of hay around its base.

The girls quickly climbed the "view point". At the top, the both stopped and stared at each other. Panting, they smiled, and balanced themselves on two poles, poking out of the side of the tower. Counting to three, they simultaneously jumped. During their fall, the turned and fell back-first in two separate hay stacks. They both laughed hard after that, after performing their first, _real_ Leap of Faith.

The rest of the day was spent exploring the area. They catalogued the sectors, and compared t hem to the original cities. Sector one to seven were a match to Masyaf, eight to fourteen, to Jerusalem, and so on. Most of the buildings were just empty shells, but a few had beds inside, if it was too late to go home. Like today.

The horses were trained not to travel by night. And it was already dark. Layala and Afya found one of the bunkers and entered. They were very tired, not even bothering to wash themselves before they fell asleep on the beds.

Before falling asleep though, they joined hands and wished. They wished very hard. They wanted to go someplace different, someplace new. They wanted to meet their hero, Altair. And somewhere in the Infinite Universe, an incomprehensible entity heard them.

**Just ignore the incomprehensible entity. Not part of the plot. Kinda. Tell me if I should continue! Give me ideas if you have any! Please review! **


	4. So not expecting that

**Again, I'm sorry for the late update. Same reason. I think I'll only be able to update on weekends. Well, enjoy.**

Layala was not expecting to wake up inside a hay stack or to the sound of merchants shouting too-well known lines. She slowly moved her fingers, then her arms. While doing so, she felt her hand brush against something warm. Leaving the stack, she looked around, and froze. Around her stood old-looking, sandy buildings, people glanced at her, chatting between them and disappearing around the corner.

Right then, Afya emerged from the hay and had the exact same reaction as her twin. The girls shared a look. They were both covered in hay, which they quickly brushed off. They slowly retrieved their bags and intertwined their hands. Bravely, they left the alley they were currently in.

The sun beat down on their heads as they incredulously climbed a ladder. Turning around on the rooftop, the Poor District of Acre lay before their eyes. It was not their parkour terrain, it was bustling with activity, and the crowd's clothes were certainly more… antiquated than the twin's. Still stunned, they whistled. Not from amazement, God no, but to call their ravens. Half-expecting the birds not to appear, they were met with the flapping of wings and Cas and Gabe's claws on their padded shoulders. Eyes-wide, Afya spoke up:

- I think someone might have heard us last night…

- Are you sure we're not...- Layala started.

-Nope, it's real. - retorted her sister, cutting the word "dreaming".

-Do you think Altair will be here?

-I hope so.

Out of excitement, they grinned. Not knowing where to start, they searched the rooftops, trying to localize themselves. When they had packed the essential, it had included anything that might be helpful in Assassin's Creed I. Nothing out of the ordinary, just a map of the cities, a time line, a list of all of Altair's targets… No, that just came with their home made encyclopedia.

It was a red binder with various sections, containing all there was to know about Altair, his targets, the timeline, the cities… etc. All written in old Arab, as their Foreign Languages teacher had insisted in helping them write and speak Arab. It was, after all, their home language.

The twins grabbed Acre's map and looked around, then at the map. The Bureau should be a hundred meters southeast. Moving quickly, they made their way through the roofs and stopped at the entrance, unsure of their next step. The girls didn't see Altair outside, and they didn't hear any voices inside either. So the next step was searching the entire city for a white hooded man with an anomalous quantity of blades with him.

They started at the Port area, but found nothing there. They avoided streets and guards alike, not wanting to attract special attention. Afya had suggested they find normal clothes, but Layala had categorically refused. There was no way in hell she was wearing a skirt and tunic. They decided to check the Hospital in the poor district. Halfway there, they heard a woman shouting for help. They knew the cries all too well. Layala immediately jumped off the building and her blade cut through the first guard it met. She was not letting that woman be abused by some drunken soldiers. Her fury fuelled her fight and, alongside her sister, who had come to help, they finished the guards. They did not even blink at all the blood. They had seen too many times to care.

The woman they had saved spoke to them in Arab:

-Such young children, you have my many thanks. If you hadn't come along... – she shook her head- The city will know of your good deed. But you should be at home sewing and cleaning, what of your parents? - Both girls cringed.

-We're looking for them, could you help us? - Afya readily said.

-Of course, but let us move away before the guard see you. –As they did, the sisters saw the woman looking sideways at them. Of course, she had never seen oddly dressed girls fighting like that. - Who are you searching for?

- Humm… We're looking for a man… he's kind of very tall and well built.

- He always has his head covered with a white hood. Maybe you heard the tales of saved citizens?

-My friends have heard that tale. They say he is like a white shadow that looms over the town, waiting to strike. Rumors from travelling men say he has killed in other cities. Is he the one you're searching?

-Yep, that's the guy. - Layala said.

-You should go to the Hospital; I hear he does not appreciate Templars. The Naplouse is surely one man he will not stand alive.

-You mean Garnier de Naplouse?

-Correct. - The woman gazed at them.

-We will go there. Thank you for your help.

-Good luck, and thank you for yours.

The trio departed. But just as the twins climbed the hospital walls, the bells from the tower sounded. It was the emergency sound, and they knew what it meant. Knowing that the Assassin had to run, hide and wait, Layala and Afya made their way to the Bureau as quickly as their legs carried them. Right outside, they heard someone shouting across the rooftops.

They gulped as they saw guards surround and attack Altair. He was looking bad, and was severely beaten up. The twins were scared out of their wits. They didn't know if they should help or let Altair handle it. They shooed away Cas and Gabe and Afya took out her blade and jumped across the roofs. Layala followed her, hoping this was not a bad move.

The Assassin was not doing so well, as the guards number was increasing continuously. He froze as two shadows passed from behind, on each of his sides, and threw themselves at the guards. His pause was only momentary, and he quickly slashed a guard that was coming at him. With the backup, the battle ended and he had the time to turn around and see who had helped him. He was not expecting to see two identical young girls yielding blades, and wearing trousers (remember this is Israel), looking back at him. Their expressions were a mix of relief, fear and awe.

They stayed in silence for a long time, before speaking at the same time:

-Who are you?

-Are you alright?

Altair straightened up, looking down at both girls, and repeated:

-Who are you? - The girls shared a glance.

-My name is Layala, and this is my sister Afya.

_Moon and shadows… _Altair thought. The one who had spoken had white bands around her wrists, while her sister had black ones. That was the only difference between them as far as he could tell. He was about to ask some more questions when he remembered his mission. Glancing at the girls and signaling them to follow, he made his way to the Bureau. He wasn't sure it was a good idea to lead them there but he couldn't think of anywhere else.

Upon entering the Bureau, the Rafiq immediately looked up from his work. The man's eyes visibly widened when he saw the two girls with Altair:

-Altair, who is that? – He asked, clearly puzzled.

-This is Layala and Afya. - The Assassin motioned them to come forward. - They… came to my aid when I was in difficulty.

-You two… umm, have our thanks. But tell us what your goals are. It is not normal to see two young girls yielding blades.

The twins looked between themselves. Should they tell the Assassins? No, they probably wouldn't believe them. But, helping Altair _did_ sound like a good idea, but they had to prove their usefulness. Indicating where the targets were and how to strike was a possibility, but that would arouse too much suspicion. Nonetheless they should try:

-We are here to help you on the Hunt for the Nine.

**Tell me what do you think, what is wrong, should I go on…etc. Bye for now!**


	5. Jerusalem

**I'm sorry it took this long to update, and the chapter is so short, but I'm having a hell of a writer's block. Mainly because I've been playing more World of Warcraft than AC. Hope you enjoy this chapter.**

When the girls said that, Altair didn't believe them.

When they insisted, he started to doubt their mental sanity.

When he found two Hidden Blades almost touching his neck, he gave in.

Now, they rode with him to Masyaf. It could be a Templar scheme, but there was no chance in hell he was taking on the two of them alone. Not that they were very strong, but they were fast. And deadly.

Layala and Afya chatted quietly. They spoke in Arab so it wouldn't attract Altair's attention. They had managed to convince him to take them to Al-Mualim, but they had no idea what they were going to say. They just hoped the Master didn't care, as long as Altair could finish his missions.

Oh, how they love to tell him right to the face they knew who he was, but they decided to play along… for now. The meeting was quick; they were shooed out to let Al-Mualim talk privately to Altair. (Not that they didn't know what he was going to say.) The twins hi-fived the moment they were out of the building; Al-Mualim had agreed for them to follow Altair throughout his missions, as long as they didn't get in the way.

They sat on the stairs, waiting for the Assassin to come out. Men that passed by gave them curious glances, or stopped and stared, but only for a second. Finally, Layala's patience gave away and her temper kicked in:

Would you, _please _stop staring! Or at least be more discreet. You look like you've never seen twins before. Humpf. Men.

La, please, control your temper. - Her sister scolded.

Sorry sis, but they just won't stop staring.

I know, but you have to put up with it.

Fine, but only because you asked. –Layala grinned. - Otherwise they would be a bloody pulp right now.

Afya rolled her eyes.

The sky was dark when Altair came out. He seemed lost in thought, but didn't openly show it. They followed him quietly, as they entered an old-looking building. The Assassin led them to a door that he opened with a key:

-This will be your room for tonight.-he said quietly.

-Thanks. - answered Afya.

Altair nodded and left, probably to his own room. The twins shared a glanced. During their journey, the man had spoken and acted coldly towards them, like they had done something extremely wrong. But now… or he was very, very tired, or Al-Mualim had said something that eased his temper. The first option was more likely, or not.

Afya had suggested that their presence in this world could affect the original storyline, making it take wrong turns.

On Masyaf, they mostly kept to themselves, Altair being gone during the day. After some problems in the market, he enrolled them in some lesson with Murad, the trainer. They had complained, but he'd threatened to leave them behind on the next mission. Needless to say, the twins were not amused, but after a warning from the older Assassin, they behaved during the training sessions. They were "awarded" assassin's robes, since their expertise matched a novice.

A week passed by, and one day, Altair woke them at, what, like five in the morning. Layala resisted the urge to throw a well-aimed pillow at his face when he shook them awake. Afya, the ever-tolerant, was satisfied with a glare.

An hour later, the three of them saddled their horses, and left to Jerusalem. They managed to avoid a Templar caravan, stop to rest and still get there by midday. Then, quietly, they slipped into a group of scholars Altair had helped before. The guards moved away when the "discreet" group passed.

Very few people stood under the sun at this hour, most were at home or in the cool shade. The girls weren't so lucky. Altair made them climb the building of Jerusalem and find the Assassin's Bureau all by themselves, as a test. And remember, the closer you are to the sun, the _hotter_ it gets.

When they _did_ get to the Bureau, they found Altair arguing with Malik about something. They quietly sat on the pillows at the entrance and waited for them to finish. Altair left after Malik threatened him with his sword. He didn't any more trouble. The twins watched him leave out the roof, apparently forgetting them. The other Assassin turned to them, and they resisted the urge to shrink under his strangely calm gaze. Nobody could calm down that fast:

-I suppose you are Altair's new charges Al-Mualim told me about. - He said.

-T-that's us. - Said Afya, intimidated by the man. Malik shook his head.

-You have no reason to fear me; I won't arm you in any way. - He was confused, that was obvious. What did he do to scare them?

-No, it's not that. – Intervened Layala- It's just… you calmed down pretty fast.

-Oh.-Malik smirked.-Years and years of practice, child. –He glanced to his on-going map.- You better run along, because he won't wait for you.

-We know.

They got up and scaled the wall, jumping down onto the street. In the Bureau, Malik shook his head. What had Altair gotten into?

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	6. Talal and Daily Life

**Sorry for the late update but I'm still having that huge writer's block.**

Afya jerked away when the hand of the slave reached for her. Her sister immediately looked up from the hole in the ground, where men lay pleading for help. Altair had already disappeared around the corner and they could hear voices in another room. Careful not to touch anything or anyone, the twins moved quietly down the hallway, until they almost collided with a wooden door. They could distinguish the Assassin's voice from behind it, along with another they knew all too well.

Readying their blades for what they were sure would happen next, the girls sneaked inside, hoping not to be caught. Soon enough, an arrow flew, almost hitting Altair, who leaped away just in time. Afya silently climbed a ladder, while Layala moved towards the group of guards attacking Altair. With a quick slice, one slumped to the floor with a groan, and another soon followed. The archers fell from their high perches, victims of the younger's blade.

Talal saw his men get killed one by one, until he decided it was a good idea to run. The twins cleared a path for Altair, who quickly pursued the target. Finishing off the guards, the girls ran after them, leaping from rooftop to rooftop. Despite all their energy, they tired fast and had to stop. Panting, Layala glanced down to the street. Altair's traces were visible, and more guards were already catching up to the fleeing Assassin.

Afya looked at their retreating forms. "Should we help him?" Layala shook her head. "Nah, we're too tired. We would probably only get in the way. Let's get back to the Bureau." They quickly found the entrance on the roof and slid in, calling out for Malik. Cas and Gabe hoped from their perches in one of the bookshelves and landed safely on their shoulders. During their time in Jerusalem, the Rafiq had, kind of, warmed up to them. Despite their obvious adoration for Altair, which slightly bordered on worship, they were pleasant company.

Looking up from his maps, the man was greeted by the sight of the two sisters, covered in blood, hopefully enemy, panting and leaning on each other. He smiled interiorly, but then frowned, knowing that the other Assassin wasn't probably far behind. They sat down on the cushions on the far side of the room, not wanting to be physically close when Altair appeared.

Surely enough, when the man stepped into the Bureau, Malik turned his glare on him. Altair silently gave him the blood-stained feather and plopped down next to the twins. He stubbornly refused to make eye contact with any of them, inspecting his boots instead. Afya sighed and got up, walking across the room. The one-armed Assassin welcomed her help in drawing a map of Acre.

Minutes turned to hours, and the sky darkened quickly. Malik and Afya got up and glanced at Altair and Layala. The girl was sitting cross-legged on one of the cushions, busy with a bit of coal and paper, while the Assassin had fallen asleep, his back to the wall. Malik frowned but said nothing, instead throwing two blankets at Afya. The girl caught them and gave one to her sister. After considering for a moment, she laid the other one on Altair. He could use it more than her; she and her sister could share.

Altair groaned awake, his back killing him. He slowly opened his eyes and stretched every muscle in his body. Looking around, he found his two charges asleep next to him, huddled into one another. Malik was nowhere to be seen, though, and he was not sure that was a good thing. He got up quietly, and slithered out of the Bureau. He had some coins in his bag, and decided to go and find something to eat. Against his better judgment, he also bought something for the girls.

The guards on the rooftops fell, one by one, while Altair made his way back to the Bureau. He didn't particularly care if someone down there noticed; he just wanted to go back. The Rafiq glared at him when he entered the main room, and returned to his maps. When the twins woke up, they found steaming food waiting for them, Altair cleaning his blades and Malik working, as usual. They left in the afternoon, riding back to Masyaf.

In the Bureau, Malik sighed once again that day. Turning around to put his maps away, he found a lonely plate of food staring back at him, just waiting to be eaten.

He shook his head and sighed again.

**Hope you enjoyed this chapter! See you (maybe not that) soon!**

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